Devil President, Don't Bite Me

"Xiling, if a woman experiences that kind of thing for the first time, it will hurt. This is normal, but men don't hurt. They just feel comfortable." Mozino looked at him suspiciously: "are you wrong and hurt yourself?"

Moxi Ling waved his hand, "I won't try again, and she doesn't want to make such a proposal in the future."

"But, Xiling, I think..."

Mexiling turned a deaf ear and left without looking back.

Walking on the stairs, he walked slowly and suddenly looked up. The stairs spiraled up to form a small circle. The girl in white nightgown stood in the circle.

Her black hair hung on both sides, like an ink waterfall. Under the light, her face was almost transparent, and her black eyes looked at him.

Mexiling stood still, as if fixed, but the dark tide surged in his eyes. He saw her barefoot and a red and swollen instep. She was lifting her feet and wanted to cross the railing.

She wants to die!

This idea made his heart suddenly stop and his pupils shrink. He didn't speak or move, but looked at her quietly.

Joey really wanted to die at this moment. She felt pain everywhere when she was lying in bed. These pain always reminded her of the picture of being bullied and humiliated by Messi under the tree, the torn pain, and his dirty things in her. She felt that life was loveless. Dying here made him inseparable. This was the only thing she wanted to do.

She wanted to die quietly, but when he appeared, let him watch her die, so that his conscience will never be at peace.

Both feet crossed the railing. As long as she let go, she could fall gently like a leaf.

Joey clung to the handrail. She crossed the handrail in a hurry, but she couldn't loosen her hand for a long time.

Death also needs courage. The longer the time, the less courage. She was like an empty balloon with air leakage. At the beginning, she was bulging. Slowly, the air ran less and less. She was a little nervous and looked down and didn't dare to move.

Just when she hesitated, the man suddenly opened his mouth and mocked: "why don't you jump?"

This sentence completely annoyed Joey. Do you think she really dare not?

She no longer hesitated, released her hand and jumped. At that moment, she thought, if only she could fall on him and crush him.

Looking at her body falling straight down, Moxi Ling's face was expressionless. His fingers gently knocked on the wooden handrail. It seemed that there was a dark flame in his eyes.

The moment the woman fell in front of him, his body flashed. At a speed faster than lightning, his body tilted and his long arm rolled up, but he caught her steadily.

Joey bumped into his arms, his tight muscles were soft and hard, and there was a slight pain.

She said hoarsely, "why don't you let me die?"

"I don't like dead people at home."

Joey snorted coldly, "don't I even have the right to die?"

"Not in Mohism." The man took her and walked slowly upstairs. After a while, he said, "if you're really unhappy here, I'll allow you to leave early tomorrow morning."

Joey opened her eyes wide, some can't believe it, really let her go?

"If only," the man paused, "you'll be obedient tonight."

After impulse, the instinct of fear of death came back. Joey didn't have the courage to do it again. She chose to live.

Instead of returning her to the pink room, mexiling took her to the other end of the corridor, pushed open two very heavy doors and strode in.

The entrance is a side hall. There are doors on all three sides except the wall near the window. I don't know where it leads to?

The bedroom is ridiculously large. The main tone is white, mixed with a little dark black. The tone is cold and frightening. But it was very clean, almost spotless, and things were placed neatly.

At first glance, I think this is a man's room with obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness. Of course, it's a little abnormal.

Mexiling put her on the bed, turned and walked out.

There was a clean breath everywhere. Joey couldn't help taking a deep breath. When she was held by him, she was actually very nervous. At any time, as long as she was close to him, she could make her heart beat faster and her palms sweat. It doesn't matter to say goodbye to men and women. It's based on the fear of metamorphosis.

The black bedstead can see people, the snow-white sheets are neatly tiled, the pillows are as soft as a pile of cotton, and the head is very comfortable in it.

Joey took a hard breath, turned over, put it in big words, lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

I've been dead once. What else is terrible?

The pervert said that he let her go early in the morning. I don't know if it's true? Anyway, she didn't believe him from the moment he put her under house arrest.

Never mind him. Eat when you eat and sleep when you sleep. It's better to live than to die well. Life will continue, everyone will move forward, and she is no exception.

Suddenly, she felt a slight chill on her legs. She looked up and saw that mexiling was sitting by the bed, with Luo iodine in one hand and cotton swabs in the other hand, disinfecting her wound.

She was shocked, not because he helped her deal with the wound, but because she couldn't hear a little of his coming in in such a quiet environment when she was very awake. There was no sound of opening the door, No footsteps, and he sat quietly by the bed like a ghost.

The man ignored her surprised expression and bowed his head to do things seriously. He looked calm, just like a noble, with an elegant temperament, against his beautiful face, even let her heart down at this moment. Those obscure emotions were all left behind. I felt that the barrier in my heart was over in an instant.

Even when he stretched out his hand to untie her clothes, she didn't resist. She just lay quietly and let him apply disinfectant all over her body. It was cool and spicy. Her white body was full of brown marks, like drawing zebra stripes.

He carefully smeared all the small scratches, then looked at her feet and frowned slightly.

"It will hurt a little. You can bear it." He said.

Joey didn't speak. He sat up and buttoned his clothes one by one, looking very calm.

He was obviously somewhat satisfied with her condition and even smiled at her.

Joey glanced at me and was stunned. He was cold all the time, but his smile was like the wind blowing the lake, bringing soft ripples, and a shallow smile floating between his eyes and eyebrows.

Joey suffocated for half a second, but he sighed in his heart. Damn pervert, it's a pity to have this good skin bag.

She was in a trance. Suddenly, there was a sharp tingling pain on the instep. It was like someone scalded her skin with a red hot tongs and kept it there. It hurt so much that she shouted. If the script could, she wanted to escape, but was clamped by a big hand, "it would hurt a little."

The scratches on the body are very fine, and the slight tingling can be tolerated. On the instep, large pieces of skin and meat are rubbed off. Luo iodine is applied on it, just like applying salt to the wound. Who can stand it?

The man saw that her face was wrinkled with pain, and his eyebrows were wrinkled deeper. He said disgustingly, "ugly."

Joey couldn't care whether he was ugly or not. His tears were going to hurt. He struggled to break his hands and wanted to shrink his feet back: "OK, don't do it, it hurts, ah it hurts..."

The man put down the cotton swab, put his palm on it and wrapped it around the instep of her foot.

The cold hand immediately relieved the burning pain a lot, as if ice covered the fire and let it go out below bit by bit.

Joey was much more comfortable. Her clenched fist slowly loosened and her eyes opened. She looked at the man quickly. Unexpectedly, he was looking at her and looked at her with four eyes. She was caught off guard and opened her eyes wrongly.

After a while, the man took his hand away, pulled a paper towel and wiped the Luo iodine on his hand. His frown didn't stretch.

Joey felt that he was disgusting with his hands, because his hands were stained with the smell of Luo iodine, which was unbearable for a clean man.

But the second foot, he still did the same thing. When she cried out in pain, he covered her palm again.

Joey won't be grateful for it, just as he's making atonement.

After detoxification, the man sprinkled some black powder on her foot quilt, probably to heal the wound. Because it was summer, she was afraid to cover it, so she didn't wrap it up. When she moved, the powder fell on the snow-white sheet, black and white.

Joey immediately looked up at the man. As she expected, he looked very unhappy. His eyebrows were twisted into pimples, but he didn't say anything. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Joey lay in bed, listening to the sound of the water in the bathroom all the time. His heart moved. Shouldn't he always have to wash his hands until they have no taste?

Cleanliness Mania! obsession! Pervert!

Joey scolded hard in his heart and shook his feet like a prank to make more black powder fall off.

Needless to say, in such a dirty bed, Moxi Lingjie maniac won't sleep.

For a long time, the man came out of the bathroom. Joey found that he not only washed his hands, but also took a bath and changed his clothes. The hair was stained with some drops of water and glittered in the light.

When he came out, his eyebrows were stretched, but he frowned again as soon as he saw the black medicine powder on the sheet.

Joy was secretly proud and even snickered. It seems that mexiling is going to give his bed to her tonight. She doesn't want to sleep here, but she likes to see him embarrassed.

The man stood by the bed and thought for a while. Suddenly he bent down and wrapped her feet with the sheets. Then he even carried the sheets to the sofa. He took the new sheets from the cabinet and spread them on the bed. He was very attentive and skilled when he made the bed. Joey remembered that mosiyu said that the Mexican family used to do things by themselves. Is it true that Mohist master mexiling is the same?

She saw that the man smoothed the folding marks on the sheets with his fingers, and the corners hanging on the four sides were pressed meticulously. Joey had another impression of him: a perfectionist.

No wonder he doesn't like her scars. But now, he didn't dislike her all over, and he rubbed the medicine for her himself. Why?

The man made the bed, folded the dirty sheets into four squares and put them at the end of the bed. Then he took Joey back to bed and lay down, putting her feet on the folded dirty sheets.

After all this, he leaned against the head of the bed, separated a little distance from her, took a book and looked quiet.

Joey Eaton was a fool. She's going to sleep with this pervert tonight